It’s when I’m weary of considerations,I love this passage. Let it be my litany.
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.- Robert Frost, “Birches”
I acknowledge that everyone has a breaking point. When I reach that place—the place where I’m a little too stressed, a little too busy, a little too worried and worn out and tired and hurt and I snap, forgive me. Never take me at my word, for my actions will always speak louder. There is nothing you can do that can change the way I feel. There is nothing I can say that cannot be taken back and replaced with the truth, if I am given the opportunity. I am in the right place, I am at the right time. I will love now, I must love now, because I will not be granted another chance. This is it. And I can handle it.
It’s what I was put here to do.